•September 16, 2011 • Leave a Comment

we’ve grown weary of our fray

as we add fuel to the fire

boyscouts with butane

we’ll fight until the flesh is roasted from our bones

and we’re skeletons dancing in the sky

we’ll burn as ashes under stars

and die together

a billion plummeting hearts

we’ll die together

the birds and I

we add fuel to the fire

boyscouts and butane

like candles left burning over night

we are too hot to be touched

yet with nothing left to give us flame

the bombs have stripped away our layers

our hair, our skin, our bones

left nothing but shadows burned into the ground

How is it that a cold war leaves so many bodies burning?

we are boyscouts with butane

our skies are so charred they chased the sun to run away and hide

we weep by fire light

our bonfire made of bones

we are tying our own hanging threads

and not dying at home in our beds

but littered across the ground

like Hershey wrappers after campfire s’mores

boyscouts a butane







•September 16, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Everything’s different now,

when the birds sing I listen,

I appreciate how the wind carries their voices to my ears

but their melodies don’t carry me these days,

they leave me dead where I stand,

because underneath their song,

the crows have been squawking all along.

This sounds backwards, but I guarentee it was all rather thought out…

•September 16, 2011 • Leave a Comment

You disgust me,

your name brings bile to my throat

and stings my mind


Hate is an usubstantial reference for my loathing of your existance

you are a petulant child

whose existence is purposelessness beyond driving me bat insane


I laugh when you are hurting,

I crave you pain,

your failures.

I feed off of them,


I tell myself you will always fail,

that I will always do one better.


You live up to it.




For a very long time I had hoped you would change

that you would prove me wrong and I would be made to look the fool


but  your still a god damn whiny bitch,

who has nothing but a ditzy personality and a willingness to fuck going for her.


He’ll never love you like he loved me.

I love that, I love your pain that comes from that, and I love that he chose you over me,

you’re both screwed.


and me? I’m fucking epic.

We’re all mad here…

•August 25, 2011 • 1 Comment

and we fly
not on the tips of feathered wings
but by the tips of coats and rings
we watch from towers
our prisons and our homes
and find ourselves free falling
an arrow, a stone
we like to say we’re  flying
but really I’m not so sure
because when flying
everything seems pure
and falling leaves you dying
when death lacks allure.

Glass is more than just sharp…

•June 24, 2011 • Leave a Comment

You’re a feathered fiend

trapped in a so small world

you’ll bash your head into invisible walls

until they send you spinning and you, fall

when your flight is taken from you

and you feel so very small

your blood is smeared on windows sill

I’ll laugh and end your misery

should of listened to my advice,

now your history.

Train of thought…

•June 24, 2011 • Leave a Comment

god, shit, damn

what are we?

what are we but pawns?

not even that.

We are seeds in the wind

but no matter the soil we land in

we wont grow.

No, no

no matter how we are sown

because we’ve been fertilized with dung

and thrown from ends of tails.

Your worth is measured in your size

and your size is none.


•May 27, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I let someone hold me back…something I swore I would never ever do. I settled for less than I am…so here is a reminder of who I am, for anyone who feels like reading but mostly just for me.

I am beautiful because I am strong.

I try to see the world through clear eyes, to understand others pain and the world that they know.

I will be there for any who ask, despite their actions towards me.

I will stand strong even when I am broken because giving up is the worst thing I can do.

I will accomplish every dream and every goal. Nothing goes according to plan but anything is possible and no one person or thing will hold me back. This is my ride you are welcome to come along but don’t try to tell me I am not good enough. I will prove you wrong

On a good day I can silence a room with just my voice

on a bad one, I can at least make the whole room smile

I can dance until my feet bleed and keep going until they are numb.

I live moment to moment. I will not sit idle while the world passes me by.

My life will be spent jumping from cliffs edge, over waterfalls and under the sky. I want to experience everything and never slow down. We only have so much time.

Leave no day wasted, leave no day unremembered and leave no heart untouched.

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